You'll meet many just like me
Upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low
And eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live within the past
Where sorrow plays all parts
For a living death is all that's left
For men with broken hearts
You have no right to be the judge
To criticize and condemn
Just think but for the grace of God
It would be you instead of him
One careless step
A thoughtless deed
And then the misery starts
And to those who weep
Death comes cheap
These men with broken hearts
Oh so humble you should be
When they come passing by
For it's written that the greatest men
Never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life
When sorrow shoots her darts
And with hope all gone
They walk alone
These men with broken hearts
You've never walked in that man's shoes
Or saw things through his eyes
Or stood and watched with helpless hands
While the heart inside you dies
Some were paupers
Some were kings
And some were masters of the arts
But in their shame
They're all the same
These men with broken hearts
Life sometimes can be so cruel
That a heart will pray for death
God why must these living dead
Know pain with every breath
So help your brother along the road
No matter where he starts
For the God that made you
Made them too
These men with broken hearts